Reality TV. A few years ago the television landscape in America changed forever when the whole country got swept away by Richard Hatch's naked body and Susan Hawk's venomous words on "Survivor." Since then a few other reality shows, some brilliant, some appalling, have clawed their way into viewers' hearts. Now, I won't admit this to just anyone, but since we're friends, Jason, I feel comfortable telling you that I am a bit of a reality TV whore. I'm certainly not up to Kathy Griffin par, but almost everything I TiVo happens to be a reality show. I say bring on the top models, morbidly obese and aspiring designers. Make way for vindictive girlfriends, bicurious fame mongers and long-forgotten celebrities who desperately want to make a buck or two. I won't judge you, Jason, if you hunger for Tool Academy or take delight in the vapidness of the Girls Next Door. Do know, however, that once you turn 30 you are no longer allowed to savor any show on MTV. It just isn't respectable.
As a side note, I did catch the 100th episode of HIMYM, despite it not being anchored in "reality," and enjoyed it immensely. Your leprechaun voice may haunt me for weeks, though.
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